i am a busy person no not just a busy person but an aimless busy person not knowing what he is busy for or what he is busying himself about except for the fact that if he does not busy himself with these things he will be aimless free and headed to the deep end of the sea with a boulder tied to his leg and he is for the first time truly afraid and worried about his future next year will be a flash next year will be over as soon as it started and he is afraid he will mess up the future that depends on next year and he is afraid for the first time ever that he cannot do enough pull ups (because he is not strong enough and he admits it) to ensure that he does not have to go in two months early and miss prom miss friends miss family miss people miss life and he is also afraid that he is not hardworking enough not smart enough not organized enough to complete ib no wait not just complete ib but to excel ib to get 42 points and he recalls how he managed to scrape through p6 and do well in psle 262 much higher than he expected but he does not know if he can repeat the same feat because this is ib and he is also afraid that he will not be able to juggle band and ib and band takes alot from a person but gives back alot but what it does not give back is time and to conclude all in all he is worried that next year will just be a huge **** up and he will be regretting what he did and what he did not and it gnaws at his insides and he does not want to be stumbling dirty drunk and aimless down a dark grey street regretting and yes the only thing now that he can do is to write on this blank slate all his worries and it is therapeutic in a way because he is displaying all his fears to the world and without punctuation in the hope that these fears will dissipate as he expresses them bit by bit and his heart is heavy because he does not know if he is ready the rest of the school and the rest of the world may be ready but he does not think he is and he is suddenly reminded of a song an old song one from his youth that may help him overcome this and may help him move on it is a hymn an old hymn but the words of the hymn seem so reassuring that it is too good to be true and well yeah this is what he is bothered by three days before christmas and he thanks you for reading through this punctuation void hell and below is this hymn that might just help him survive not the whole hymn actually just bits but its enough and he hopes it will encourage you and hopes for himself to not be dragged down by the immense boulder or ib that is tied to his leg anymore
I don't know about tomorrow, I just live from day to day. I don't borrow from it's sunshine, For it's skies may turn to gray. I don't worry o'er the future, For I know what Jesus said, And today I'll walk beside Him, For He knows what is ahead.
Many things about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand; But I know Who holds tomorrow, But I know Who holds my hand.
I don't know about tomorrow, It may bring me poverty; But the One Who feeds the sparrow, Is the One Who stands by me. And the path that be my portion, May be through the flame or flood, But His presence goes before me, And I'm covered with His blood.
Many things about tomorrow, I don't seem to understand; But I know Who holds tomorrow, And I know Who holds my hand.
Delivered at 10:16 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
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